The night my blog was named…

Day had ended. The evening was becoming night when I heard the telltale chirp.

My daughter and I began to text.

We could talk, either by phone or in person since she lives next door. But we often choose to text. When texting, it doesn’t seem rude to interrupt the flow to complete a task and return later to continue. It doesn’t seem rude to chat with different people at the same time. And the noise of kids doesn’t invade our conversation. And so we text.

Well, that evening, as our texting stretched on, my just-turned-five grandson sat down beside my daughter and asked, “Mommy, are you talking to Gramma with letters?”

Awww…love it!!! This is my first time on a Blog!! I’m so excited!!! My grandbaby has told me something similar when I was texting my daughter, she said, “grandma, your fingers are texting letters quick, are you mad at Mommy?” haha I just had to laugh!! I sure hope I can join this professional development!!! Hugs!!